Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERI live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it’s not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.
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Now I’m starting to think he wasn’t supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.
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Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
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Last time I talked to her she didn’t sound like herself. She’s depressed. It’s awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they’re no good.
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You can be as earnest and ridiculous as you need to be, if you don’t attempt it in isolation. The ridiculously earnest are known to travel in groups. And they are known to change the world.
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As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
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The happiest people are the ones with the most community.
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Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.
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Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
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Time cures you first, and then it kills you.
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The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
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Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don’t; but we wear it all the same
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A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
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